Do you have a routine?

Routines.

Morning time at the Beasley house is my one of my favorite times of the day. Lately, I've learned that my "me time" is in the mornings. I don't do anything extravagant. I get ready for the day in quiet, I talk to God, and I prepare. This usually is only a fifteen minute process but it gets me going. I feel on track. Usually as soon as I've loaded my car, I hear "Mama." This mama comes from the sweetest little voice...Miss Paisley. At this time, she is usually in my bed. I walk in the room and the biggest smile appears on her face. She wakes up happy, like her mama. We "talk" for a minute, cuddle, and then I get her ready. She likes mornings, too. I think it's because she has alone time with my iphone. I let her play on it while I get the King up, Brodie B.

Brodie is not as excited to wake up. Neither is Cheyanne. When I flip her bedroom light on, they usually both grumble. Cheyanne is good about getting right up and getting ready. I dress Brodie while he is usually still rolled over on his stomach. When he's dressed, I tell him to meet me in the bathroom. He loves routine, too. Get dressed, wash his face, brush his teeth, fix his hair, spray cologne, go pee of the back porch...in that exact order.  I still don't know why it is so exciting to pee outside? Thank God we live in the middle of nowhere!

We all get in the car and head to Brodie's school. He gets out, we tell him bye, and Paisley cries.

This is our everyday between 7:30 and 8:45.

I was thinking about our routine today because it was a little different this morning. Phillip didn't go to work because of the rain so I left Cheyanne and Paisley with him. 

Brodie and I followed in the same routine but it felt so "off" to leave them behind. 

We were in the car, pulling up to the drop off line and Brodie screams "WAIT!"

I looked back shocked at his tone and said "What's wrong??"

My first thought is "great, I left his book bag, AGAIN!"

He crossed his little arms, put his head down with eyebrows raised and said...

"YOU haven't prayed for me this morning, mama!"

I didn't know that he valued my prayer. I didn't realize that it had become part of his morning. I didn't even think he noticed it most of the time. 

Who knew that it brought him comfort and peace?

I messed up his little routine.

We were a few minutes early so the school wasn't accepting students. I put my car in park and asked him to grab my hand. Then, I prayed our simple prayer that we pray each morning.

"Jesus, thank you for giving us another day.

Be with Brodie today.

Let peace follow him wherever he goes.

Protect him from evil.

Let him feel your presence throughout the day.

We love you.

Amen."

He said "Thanks, Mama."

I've thought it about it all morning since I left him.

Some days our prayer is longer and some days it is as simple as "Jesus, be with Brodie today. Amen." But, we pray every morning. 

My routine will always change. My morning time description will change with seasons, events, and the daily changes of life. BUT, I will make it a point to pray with my children each morning. It gives me so much comfort and now I know it does them, too.

Does your child hear you pray? Do they know the importance of prayer and talking to God?

Teach them. Train them. Make it apart of your daily routine. 

If we don't, who will? 

What will the world teach them?

"If we don't teach our children who God is, someone else will teach them everything that He's not."

Weekend Recap

Friday night, we met Gamma for dinner. 

Saturday, I got my yearly eye exam while the kids stayed home with Phillip. When I got home, we played outside. It was a beautiful day.

Sunday morning, I woke up to a feverish little girl throwing up. We spent our day waiting at the immediate med. A stomach bug + sinus infection.

All is well

Well Check up time!

Both are a little past due but we finally made it.

It was a long appointment of laughs and tears. Paisley hates the dr offices and screams as soon as she enters a room.

Finger pricks and shots= tears and screams.

Brodie: 50 lbs, 43 inches

Paisley: 27 lbs, 24 inches

Both are healthy!

Brodie & Pay both earned a toy from Toys R Us afterwards! :)

The mom who yelled shut up in Walmart.

Warning: this post is random. My thoughts have been all over the place today and this is my therapy.

Overwhelmed. 

I was talking to a woman the other day and  she was telling me how "overwhelmed" she was. I couldn't help but think to myself "good Lord, that overwhelms you??" I'll admit, I judged her really quick. Then, I felt guilty...of course. Compassion kicked in and I really tried to put myself in her shoes...it was hard. I'm sorry, friend.

To me, her situation was a walk in the park. My life....would definitely overwhelm her if THAT is considered overwhelming. 

I work a full time job plus a part time job. I do not get a day off. I work full time in ministry along side my full time working husband. Brodie goes to school 4x a week and speech therapy 2x a week AND he's about to start tball. My kids go to work with me. Cheyanne is home schooled. During my lunch break, I get to eat and spend time with them. I have a 4 year old, a 15 month old wild cat, I'm raising a teenager, and I'm pregnant. I volunteer, I plan, and im constantly on the move. BUT that's MY normal. I strive on it and I love my life. My children are on a routine and it's their normal. They go with it. There isn't much that overwhelms me...but that's me.

Well I thought there wasn't. A few days ago, the kids and I had lunch in Pooler.  We usually pick up something quick but Brodie wanted Carey Hilliards. The parking lot wasn't full so I decided we would go in. We sat down and ordered and then things went downhill. Brodie started whining...just so randomly. And he was loud. He wouldn't listen to me and just kept getting louder. Paisley all of a sudden got a burst of energy and was squealing. She was laughing but she was loud! So, I have a loud happy baby and loud whiny child. I could feel myself getting "overwhelmed." People were staring and I was losing control.

It went on for a few minutes and I finally told Cheyanne to get it to go. I left her my card and stormed out with both kids. I lost it. Once in the the car, I yelled at Brodie. I didn't just raise my voice, I yelled. 

You see, this is not my normal. My kids are usually pretty well behaved. And if they aren't, they correct it after being disciplined.  And I'm usually pretty calm and laid back. I don't get upset.

After it all was over, I looked back at Brodie and he was sobbing. He couldn't catch his breath...he was so upset. This wasn't his normal. He was overwhelmed. He grabbed his throat and said "I can't breathe." I really wanted to cry but instead I told him to come sit with me. I apologized to him for yelling and explained why I got upset. He told me he was sorry.

So,

I felt extremely guilty all day. I was that mom who lost it on my kid. 

A few days before this, we were at Walmart. We passed an aisle and a woman yelled "shut up!" at her two kids. Brodie's eyes widened and he said "that mama said shut up!" I couldn't believe that woman. I mean, how could she yell at her kids like that?? I'm sorry, woman.

Im not sure my point in typing all this. I do know that I never want to lose it again. But I do know that we are all human and we all fall short. We all have triggers and we all have our "normal." 

“for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.”

2 Timothy 1:7 ESV

Self-control. Easier said than done, right? 

But this is my new prayer for my self.

To control my emotions. To not be easily angered or offended. To be patient. To guard my tongue. To choose compassion over judgement. To bear the fruits of the spirit. 

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.”

Galatians 5:22-23 ESV

I'm throwing the term overwhelmed out of my vocabulary. That word will never define me. 

God chose me to be a mother and He called me to raise them as believers, knowers, and doers of His word. And right now, Phillip and I are their greatest influencers. I challenge myself daily to be the best I can be for them. It's so worth it. :)

Faith of a child

Faith. 

My favorite part about blogging is that I can go back and read it and remember sweet moments.

Here is a sweet moment that just happened. 

Brodie and I are riding in the car headed to Walmart to shop for Nerf Gun Wars.

We weren't talking about anything in particular just riding down the road.

Me: Brodie, what song do you want to hear?

Brodie: Do you have that song we heard in the hospital?

Me: What song? What hospital?

Brodie: When we saw that little baby.

Me: Brodie, what little baby??

Brodie: Maaammmaa, you know! Shelleys baby.

Me: What song did you hear when we saw Shelleys baby?

Brodie: Remember, mama? We were looking at her in that room behind that mirror (he means the glass) and she was laying in that little bed.

Me: yes, I remember. Was there a song playing?

Brodie: Mama! Those beautiful ladies in white that were holding Shelley's baby. They were singing "there is power in the name of Jesus." Do you have that song?

My mind is blown. Shelley's baby was born this past summer. 

There IS power in the name of Jesus.

Til the storm has passed...

Storms.

My sister, Amanda shared this song on her Instagram.  I had already downloaded the album so I  went and listened to it. I was in awe with this song. I felt like it was written just for me. 

For a Moment

(Click here for song)

Peace be still you are with me
In this hope I abide
Jesus be my sustainer
Strengthen me in this trial

And I know, it's only for a moment
And everything is working for your glory 
But I need, your perfect love to hold me
Safe within your promise
Til the storm has passed

When this burden is lifted
I'll give praise to your name
But until it is finished 
I'll give thanks just the same

For we have this hope 
As an anchor for our soul
You are with us
We will never be alone

-Elevation Worship "Here as in Heaven"

Last week, I was in Pembroke doing some work. Phillip called me and told me that I needed to head home that there was tornado spotted not too far down the road. Luckily, I was done with work and I was on the way home. I LOVE storms. I love the rain. I love the thunder. BUT I am not a fan of the idea of a tornado. I panicked a little bit but drove home. The sky was clear and still.  The sky was beautiful. I thought to myself, How can such darkness come from this beautiful sky?

When we got home, Phillip was standing on the front porch gazing out at the pond. Comfort. I don't know about you, but my husband is my strong tower in chaos. He has a way of making me feel protected. It's one of the things I cherish most about him. Our heavenly Father is the same way. We may not see him, but I promise you...He is standing there, waiting on you, and watching over you.

We unload the kids and quickly get inside. The news was on so I sat down to hear about this tornado warning. The tornado was moving in the direction of our area. The warning was from Ellabell to Meldrim. We are right in the middle. 

My mother instinct starts to kick in. I packed Paisley's diaper bag stocking up on diapers and wipes. I made her and Brodie a drink and put it in the bag. I threw in a few bottles of water. I put the bag, some pillows, a few blankets, their ipads, a flashlight, and some snacks by the door. 

Phillip was still outside. I know I peaked my head around the door 100x times and said "do we need to get in the closet?!" He would look at me like...Dont you think I would tell you?? But he would say "Not yet, we're fine." 

SO, I still wasn't satisfied with his answer. I started cleaning out the closet. I had everything that I thought would harm my  babies in another place. Phillip walked in and said "WOW." 

At this point, Brodie is asleep. Cheyanne was laying on the couch and Paisley was running around the living room playing. They were oblivious to this storm that was "coming." 

I sat on the couch with Paisley and the woman on the news started naming places that needed to take cover. Most of the list was cities and then she named our ROAD. "If you live here, take cover NOW." The sweet blonde had a bit of panic in her voice....or so I heard. I yelled for Phillip and he helped me load all my "stuff" in the closet. I grabbed Paisley, Cheyanne grabbed all of our pets, and Phillip put Brodie in. 

We shut the door and Phillip stayed outside to watch. I looked at Brodie asleep on the pillows I laid out for him and couldn't help to think about how much I love him. I think certain situations make us do that.  But, even greater than that, I thought about our Father. 

I trusted Him to protect us. I trusted Him that this storm would pass. Peace swept over me. 

There are so many times in life that we are going through things and God is behind the scenes preparing for us. It made me think of myself preparing for this storm as my children played and slept. They didn't know what I was doing. But when the storm came, they had everything they needed. They were warm and comfortable and even entertained. God does that for us, yall. He's constantly working for our good. Even if we can't see it or we are completely unaware, He is working everything out for His glory.  And during the storm, he is there. He is right there beside us.

I'm thankful today to be safe in his promise, until the storm passes by.

"He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."

Psalms 91:4

Brother/Sister love

After dinner tonight, Brodie requested some left over cake. Paisley was already out of her chair and running around. I get him a piece and before I know it Miss Pay is noticing. Brodie says "Come on Pays, you can have some of mine." He helps her in the chair with him and feeds her. She sat by him happy as can be.

 

They get down and start playing so I start cleaning. Not too much time passed and I hear the bath tub water running. I peak around the corner to find Brodie checking Paisleys diaper and getting her undressed. 

 

These two are almost exactly three years apart. I wasn't prepared for the bond they would share so quickly. Now, don't get me wrong...they pick at each other and cry and scream and push and fight too. But more than that, they love each other. Paisley wants to know he is always close by and Brodie is her little protector.

I want to always remember these sweet moments that touched my heart.

Weekend.

My weekend was simple and perfect.

Friday night, I went on a DATE with my husband. This is a BIG deal for us, sadly. He took me to my favorite place to eat, The Chart House. Then we went to see "The Choice." It was much needed and I enjoyed every single second of alone time with Phillip. Brodie & Paisley stayed home with Granny & Cheyanne. 

When I got home it was late and I found my three favorite little people all snuggled up together.

Saturday we slept in, baked cinnamon rolls, played, caught up on our favorite shows, & then had lunch with my mom & Uncle Tobby. After lunch, me and the kids went shopping and Phillip went hunting. 

And today we went to church. Brodie went with Granny & Pa to Brantleys party. They dropped him off at church after because we celebrated Judah's party. After that we came home. Phillip watched the kids after their nap and I napped for a few hours. That in itself made my day.

I love weekends spent with my family. 

Wasn't Peppas outfit too cute today?

Blessed.

"Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her." Luke 1:45 

 These were the words of Elizabeth to Mary. 

When Mary came to Zechariah's home to visit with Elizabeth, Elizabeth was filled with the holy spirit as soon as she heard Mary's voice. Elizabeth was pregnant and her baby leaped in her womb. 

 This is one of my favorite short stories in the bible. It made me wonder about Mary & Elizabeth's relationship. The bible says that Elizabeth was her relative/cousin. I'm not sure about you but some of my cousins are my greatest friends. Anytime something exciting happens in my life, I'm calling them. I love to hear the excitement in their voice as they share my joy. This small scene reminds me of that.

 I wonder if Elizabeth always got that excited to hear from Mary.  I wonder  if she was filled with the holy spirit each time she heard her greeting. My guess would be probably not. 

 This time....with only a greeting, Elizabeth knew in her spirit that Mary was carrying something different inside of her. Something had changed on the inside.  

Elizabeth sheltered Mary for three months. I bet they had so much fun talking about what they were feeling on the inside. I can imagine them comparing their growing bodies. 

 I pray that what I carry on the inside is so strong that people recognize it with a simple greeting.

Christian Stupidity.

Y'all, Im going to be R E A L. I struggle with people. I struggle with criticizing too strongly. This is what I continually pray about. And Lord knows I work on it. Even tonight on the way to dinner I asked Phillip & Cheyanne to hold me accountable. I felt God speaking to me today...asking me if I prayed for those that I disagreed with. And no, I dont...not like I should anyways. So my convictions kicked in quick and I made a decision to shut my mouth, cut off my thoughts and pray.

I say all that to say I can be just as guilty. We all fall short.

So, I'm feeling refreshed and excited about my new decision and I open Facebook....

And there it is...a status from a woman I know. This status broke my heart. It was a very personal post about her marriage. I read hurt, embarrassment, anger, and a cry for help. I shut my eyes and asked God to mend her broken heart. I asked him to give her peace in this storm. I asked Him to give her strength and wisdom. Then I prayed for her husband. I asked God to move in his life and to convict his heart. 

Then...I clicked on the comments. I could see that another friend commented and what I could read was so encouraging. I wanted to read the rest so I clicked.

And there it was...Christian Stupidity.

This man most likely had a good heart and good intentions but it was just so stupid. He corrected her. He corrected her on her personal page. He told her she shouldn't post her personal business....blah blah blah. Whether his intentions were good or not, they appeared bad to everyone else.

My blood boiled. Other people started debating him and getting upset. 

It made Christians look bad. It did nothing but make her mad, make others mad and create chaos...for many people to read. 

Ya know, I have mixed emotions about whether or not she should post something that personal. BUT my opinion doesn't matter. What matters is that another Christian...another human being is hurting!! Shouldn't we show her nothing but love??

““Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” Jesus replied: “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”

Matthew 22:36-39 NIV

Prayers should be going up, encouraging words, unifying together and uplifting this woman. It's not the time to correct someone. What did he achieve? Nothing. Someone that is obviously hurting and you're going to try to make her feel worse??

So maybe this hit me wrong and I'm going on and on....but I'm tired of being silent. I'm tired of seeing Christians hurt Christians. People respond to love. Period. 

I could only imagine the impact we could of made on this woman tonight. She may of felt so encouraged that she decided that when God restored her marriage that she wouldn't want this post out in the public. She may of deleted it on her own will. Maybe, maybe not. 

(And if you read this and it's about you...your situation inspired me. I am praying for you and your husband. )

I know God has called me to love without limits. To love the hurt and to be compassionate. It truly is easier said than done. I'm not perfect, but my heart wants to be as close to His as it possibly can. 

I try to live by this scripture:

“Strengthen the feeble hands, steady the knees that give way; say to those with fearful hearts, “Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come with vengeance; with divine retribution he will come to save you.””

Isaiah 35:3-4 NIV

I challenge you to love your neighbor as yourself. Pray for people instead of correcting them. Jesus Christ can do the correcting, I promise you that.

River Kye

River Kye Beasley

I am 24 weeks! My countdown says I have 15 weeks and 5 day left. If he is anything like his brother or sister then that number goes down to about 13 weeks. 

13-15 weeks away. My mind still hasn't completely wrapped around the fact that I have another little boy. Someone sent me a huge box of baby boy clothes two days ago and it really hit me hard. 

But anyways, I never posted about finding out he was a BOY!!

SO, here's the story.

With both Brodie & Paisley, Phillip and I invited our families to the 3D ultrasound with us to hear the news right away. This time, we decided to go alone. We could find out the gender a few days after Thanksgiving and my brothers and sister had just traveled back and forth with the holidays. We knew that asking them to come the following weekend would be too much. And we loved the idea of finding out, not telling anyone, and telling everyone together on Christmas. Everyone said that I couldn't do it. How dare they say that?? :)

December 5th at 10am we sat in the waiting room at Cherished 4D waiting to find out. I wanted it to be a boy with everything in me and so did Phillip. You see, this baby was a surprise. We had a hard time at first because of Paisley being so young. We felt like we were stealing her time as the baby. Having another girl would be taking something else from her too. But, I know I would of been happy either way. I just hoped for a boy. Plus, Brodie B. was begging God too. He wanted a brother!

We go in and in no time there it was...."Its a boy!" 

Phillip and I were so excited. He squeezed my hand and tears filled our eyes. 

My brother and sister in law had just found out that they were having a boy too! Phillip and I got in the truck and I said "Can we really wait 20 days to tell everyone?" He said "No, lets tell them!"  I completely went against my idea. Yes, everyone was right.  But, I decided I would still tell me mom and my inlaws in a special way. My mom...the "knower" called me and said "God told me what you were having this morning." Me: "Of course He did. What did he say?" She said "He told me that this is the season of boys for our family." My mama. I can't even surprise her! But, I didn't say a word. Instead, Phillip and I headed to the mall and had these ornaments made. 

We wrapped them and put them in cute little boxes and gave them to our parents. 

Aren't they so cute??

River Kye.

When I was pregnant with Paisley, Phillip told me that he wanted to name him River if it was a boy. LUCKILY, she was a girl and I got my way.  I wasn't crazy about the name. 

When I found out I was pregnant this time, Phillip said "Okay now its my turn to name this baby." I loved that he cared so much so I said "Okay, you choose." I knew the boy name would be River and it had grown on me. 

Phillip went hunting one day with a buddy and he brought his little boy. The little boy had the best attitude and Phillip said he was so cute. His name was River. That's when he fell in love with the name.

So, Phillip got his way and we have a little River on the way. Kye is the name of a famous racer that Phillip follows.

After we announced the name, a lady from my church sent me this. I loved it.

This pregnancy has been a breeze. Of course, I was tired and nauseated at first. But since that has passed it seems so distant. I have my energy. I've gained around 5 lbs. I feel good and he moves all the time. All of my appointments have went well and he is a healthy boy. What more could I ask?

Milestones, Dates, & Tears.

I flipped on the light and said "Cheyanne & Brodie time to wake up!" This is still something that my heart is still trying to accept.  Brodie decided a few months ago that it was no longer cool to sleep with Mama so he traded me in for Cheyanne. Don't get me wrong...it makes me happy too. He has always shared a special bond with Cheynan. They are best buds and I'm 100% relaxed when he's with her. I am proud and I know its the first step to getting him comfortable in his own bed BUT it still makes my heart ache. 

Cheyanne rolled over and Brodie let out a moan. I went to him and he said "my legs hurt." Part of me knew it was his nerves. Today he was starting a new school. A new school that wouldn't have mama as the teacher.  As much as I wanted to hurry him....I mean we can't be late for our first day....I said "Okay let me rub them." He said "Will you hold me?" So, me and my big boy rocked in the rocking chair and I rubbed his legs. While I was holding him, I said a prayer out loud for him. For him to know that he is a child of the living God. That God would put in him a spirit of bravery. That he would feel at peace and at home on his first day of school. That he would excel in everything that came his way. That he felt safe and loved. After my prayer, he looked at me and said "Mama, I will be okay."

And I knew he would. I knew because I had been praying about this new adventure and God had given me my own peace about it.

So, we got dressed, ate breakfast and jumped in the car. Well, first I had to take a few pictures...

Those baby hands are too much for my heart to bare.

His new school is about 10 minutes from my house, so we got there just in time. I walked him in and he gripped my hand hard as we turned the corner to his new class. His teacher, welcomed him with the sweetest smile. Before I knew it, Brantley (his cousin) was out in the hallway grabbing Brodie's hand and he was off. I followed behind him and he went to a center with Brantley.  And there it was....Batman. He said "Mama, this school has Batman toys!!" I knew he would love it then. 

I got in the car with tears in my eyes. Cheyanne looked like she was feeling the same way. Paisley didn't understand why we were leaving Brodie. 

9:00-12:30 went by sooooooooo slow. 

When school was over, I picked him up and met briefly with his teacher. She said he did a good job and fit right in. Brodie  told me all about his day and said he loved school.

When we were walking to the car, I told him just how proud me and Daddy were of him. He smiled from ear to ear.

When we pulled out, I said "Brodie, let's go on a lunch date to celebrate your first day of school. Just me and you. You want to do that?" He got so excited and said "Just me and you? On a date?" I said "Yep, just the two of us." I started asking him where he wanted to go and he started naming a few places and then asked me. I told him to tell me and we would go there. So he said "I want Chick-fil-A." I said "Alrighty." He was quiet for a minute and said, "But Mama, what is your favorite place to eat?" I said "Chick-fil-A." I didn't want to change his mind...I knew where this conversation was going. He said "Well, mama if its a date then we have to go to your favorite and you have to give me money to put in my pocket so I can buy it for you."  I said "Brodie that is so sweet, but my favorite is Chick-fil-A just like you." He said "Are you sure? You don't sound like you want that." Haha. My heart could of burst. He sounded so much like his daddy. I said "Yes, Brodie. I am sure."

We got out at Chick-fil-A and I put money in his pocket. When we walked in he ran to the door and held it open for me. When we got to the cashier he said "go ahead, you first mama." So, I ordered and then he ordered. With my help and the sweet lady at the cashier, he paid. As I was waiting on our drinks, he went to the condiments station and filled the box up with two straws, some napkins, ketchup for him and light mayo for me. He came back to me and said "I got our favorites." He then led me to a table and told me to sit down.  When our food came I asked him to say a prayer.

"Thank you God. Thank you for my mama. Thank you that she is always happy and makes me happy. Amen." 

Yes, I cried in Chick- fil-A. 

I know I'm sentimental and I know I'm super sensitive, but this life as a Mama is the most rewarding life. There is nothing or no one that can steal the joy that my babies have placed in my heart. I am forever grateful.  Phillip and I are so blessed. 

Funny Moments

This past Saturday night we were coming home from getting something to eat. Paisley was fussy and I knew it was from being tired. We had worked some that day, took Cheyanne to get her haircut, celebrated Miranda's 6th birthday, and ran other errands. Brodie was tired too. I turned on the radio in hopes that they would both go to sleep.

Brodie: "Mama, I need something to watch. Like your phone. Can I watch youtube on your phone?"

Me: "Brodie, if I give you my phone right now Pay Pay will cry because she will want to hold it too. When she goes to sleep, I will let you hold it. 

Brodie quietly leans over to Paisley and starts to sing.....

Brodie: "It is well with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul. Through it all, through it all, my eyes are on you. Through it all, through it all, it is well."

I looked at Phillip and we busted out laughing. 

Me: "Brodie, why are you singing that song?

Brodie: "Well, Mama. That is Pays night night song. She needs to go to sleep so I can watch youtube!!"  

What a funny little boy. Pay does listen to listen to "It is Well" by Bethel to go to sleep. Needless to say, I put on the song and Paisley went to sleep. Brodie was happy to watch youtube. 

This is what I get when she sees my phone. She loves it. Miss Priss is limited on her iphone time, though.

Happy 6th Birthday, sweet Randa! 

Brodie B. was the only little boy, but that didn't stop him from scooting close to his best friend.

Pay loves Maddie. Especially when she feeds her chocolate.

Their happy place. 

My good friend Emalee handmade this moose! Isn't it adorable? Randy loved him.